A Different Kind Of Love.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

the time has
arrived
when our kind of love
takes another
form of endearment

you cook my
breakfast as i take my
shower
early morning

i smell good and you
call my name
and then after i am done

we take time
to pray and eat
our breakfast together

we both feel good talking
about all those sorts
of things

we have nothing in particular
as time passes
so slowly
without our knowing
that we have
arrived to a place
where we have
come from a long long
time ago.